Tekstovi: Faces. Borstal Boys.

Take it, cell block five, how I hate Bromide
With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
The corner gang never made a man of me boys, no

You know the walls are taller than the inmates scheme
There's no one here that's more than seventeen
Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall, listen

A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
He said, "Sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy"

See the years roll on by, such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform, call out your number
Who's a nonconformer? Not me baby, oh yeah

Shakey Brown didn't hang around
When a Molotov, it didn't do its stuff
He went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun

You know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
If he did he was hit by a downtown tram
Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator

Oh, see the years roll on by, what a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform, call out your number
Who's a nonconformer? Not me baby

Oh, when I get out I'll get straight
If this old world gives me half a break
But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
Don't blame me, don't blame me baby, no no

Got to make a break for the county line